Wake Up And Smell The Bruises
I know what I saw. I know the sense of danger I felt. I know that unmistakable instinct women develop about trouble. There was something off. I didn’t need to see the bruises.
I know what I saw. I know the sense of danger I felt. I know that unmistakable instinct women develop about trouble. There was something off. I didn’t need to see the bruises.
Why are married men openly partaking of mating rituals? And why are women falling for them?
The people who espouse hookups are just as fundamentalist in their beliefs as the people they scoff at. There is no room for love in this war.
I’m writing a short story everyday as part of April A2Z challenge. Each day’s prompt is a different letter of the alphabet.
This week a couple that I’m friends with, brought the M-word into their relationship. He popped the question, she said yes. Then (as she put it), they fell somewhat silent, seemed to lose their appetites, finished a quick meal and headed home. I spoke to her late in the night…
After the debacle of last year, I’ve learnt a few things. In fact, as far as lessons go, that experience has been a gift that keeps on giving. My mistakes give me better and better clarity on what it is that I really want. And perhaps life is nothing more…
The man I called ‘Mr.Everyday’ broke my heart and other things.
For the Indian man, there’s only one real woman in every relationship. It always goes back to her.
“How did we ever get here?” Aarav was sitting up in bed.
Today’s short story is about the power of lines – physical and intangible. The prompt was a famous Bollywood dialogue, which also appears in the story.